The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 907 pages of information about The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch.

The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 907 pages of information about The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch.
    Such was the host that to the conflict came,
    Their bosoms kindling with empyreal flame
    And sense of heavenly help.—­The beams that broke
    From each celestial file with horror struck
    The bowyer god, who felt the blinding rays,
    And like a mortal stood in fix’d amaze;
    While on his spoils the fair assailants flew,
    And plunder’d at their ease the captive crew;
    And some with palmy boughs the way bestrew’d,
    To show their conquest o’er the baffled god. 
    Sudden as Hannibal on Zama’s field
    Was forced to Scipio’s conquering arms to yield;
    Sudden as David’s hand the giant sped,
    When Accaron beheld his fall and fled;
    Sudden as her revenge who gave the word,
    When her stern guards dispatch’d the Persian lord;
    Or like a man that feels a strong disease
    His shivering members in a moment seize—­
    Such direful throes convulsed the despot’s frame. 
    His hands, that veil’d his eyes, confess’d his shame,
    And mental pangs, more agonising far,
    In his sick bosom bred a civil war;
    And hate and anguish, with insatiate ire,
    Flash’d in his eyes with momentary fire.—­
    Not raging Ocean, when its billows boil;
    Nor Typhon, when he lifts the trembling soil
    Of Arima, his tortured limbs to ease;
    Nor Etna, thundering o’er the subject seas—­
    Surpass’d the fury of the baffled Power,
    Who stamp’d with rage, and bann’d the luckless hour
    Scenes yet unsung demand my loftiest lays—­
    But oh! the theme transcends a mortal’s praise. 
    A sweet but humbler subject may suffice
    To muster in my song her fair allies;
    But first, her arms and vesture claim my song
    Before I chant the fair attendant throng:—­
    A robe she wore that seem’d of woven light;
    The buckler of Minerva fill’d her right,
    Medusa’s bane; a column there was drawn
    Of jasper bright; and o’er the snowy lawn
    And round her beauteous neck a chain was slung,
    Which glittering on her snowy bosom hung. 
    Diamond and topaz there, with mingled ray,
    Return’d in varied hues the beam of day;
    A treasure of inestimable cost,
    Too long, alas! in Lethe’s bosom lost: 
    To modern matrons scarcely known by fame,
    Few, were it to be found, the prize would claim. 
    With this the vanquish’d god she firmly bound,
    While I with joy her kind assistance own’d;
    But oh! the feeble Muse attempts in vain
    To celebrate in song her numerous train;
    Not all the choir of Aganippe’s spring
    The pageant of the sisterhood could sing: 
    But some shall live, distinguished in my lay,
    The most illustrious of the long array.—­
    The dexter wing the fair Lucretia led,
    With her, who, faithful to her nuptial bed,
    Her suitors scorn’d:  and these with dauntless hand
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